User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-26255114-20150329041648

Deep whithin the stench of the ship, the creacking oars and groning beast could be heard as they rowed endlessly forward. Some of the new "crew" were having troble adaptinto their new world. Ragaragh the old contained no pity for them. He watched, murmuring to himself, silently making bets with nobeast of how long each one would last.

shifting his blank gaze to the large otter beside him. He was strong and pulled the oar well, but for the intense burning in his eye he knew that this wavedog was fueled by hate and hope.

waiting for the guard to pass on hit roundabout he half whispered half snickered "Ey otterlug, i know tha look, ita get you killedoff." turning his head sideways and giving a gaped tooth grin "don'tcha want to live to be big an stronk like me? Ey mate!"